Arika Lloyd Poems

Brilliance
left
overnight
...

There are
not
many
words
...

In the
empty
glass
of January
...

They are
as different

as the
...

It was
a face
vaguely
familiar
...

Eleven
hours
of healing
sounds
...

This is a
new day

slightly
...

The lines
are
disappearing
...

A shoe
has been
left
...

Lapis lazuli
floating
overhead
...